7. Matt
Cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, I wait to see what Grace will do with the little statement I made before walking away from her, leaving her sitting in the chair. I knew that she had been turned on. I could tell by the way she looked at me. Those beautiful eyes grew wider, and her lips opened to say something, but it never came out.
The conversation at dinner was easy, but the second it turned into talking about my fuckboy past, I could tell I’d hit and triggered a reaction. She might play the hardass like I don’t matter to her, but her body tells me another story.
“Thank you for dinner. I think I’m going to head to bed,” I hear her say as she walks toward her room.
“Night, Red. Sleep well,” I say over my shoulder, cleaning the remaining dishes and putting them away.
“Night,” I hear her say as she quietly pads across the hallway toward her room.
Just as I put the final dish away, my phone pings from the counter.
Ryan:
How did the missus like dinner?
Looking down at the message, I can’t help but laugh. Who would have ever guessed a year ago we would be here?
Me:
Well, let”s just say she was surprised I could cook. (Laughing emoji)
Ryan:
Maybe if you play your cards right, she’ll want a little dessert.
Me:
(eye roll emoji) She left me washing dishes and headed to bed.
Ryan:
Then you did something wrong because Tinley thinks that should have worked.
Me:
What? I did what y’all said would get her attention.
Ryan:
She’s the one playing hard to get.
Me:
Wow, so insightful. Thanks for that.
Ryan:
You’re welcome. (Laughing emoji)
Me: Night, man. You have been so helpful with this text—NOT.
Putting my phone on silent so as not to disturb me, I head in the direction of my bedroom. When I turn down the hall, I hear the faintest of moans coming from the feisty blonde’s room. I can’t help but stand in front of her door, knowing I’m a complete creeper, yet I can’t seem to make my feet move forward when her moans get louder, and then there’s the slightest buzzing noise.
Standing closer to her door, I think to myself, she’s in her bed, pleasuring herself, and that makes me so hard. I have thought about Grace since the second I laid eyes on her, and now she’s in my home, in my personal space, and her scent is everywhere I turn.
Listening to those beautiful moans coming from the other side of the door is becoming pure torture. Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I open the door ever so quietly.
The room is in utter darkness, and she’s so focused on getting off that she doesn’t hear me open the door. As I walk toward the bed, she must finally sense me because she slows her pace on her beautiful pussy. She’s completely bare before me, and I am left staring at my fake wife, wanting to fuck her so hard that no man will ever compare to me. Because for two months, she’s mine, but we’re riding a fine line on letting each other in.
“Keep touching yourself, Red, I know you’re wet for me. I can smell your arousal from here. Are you thinking of my dick while you use your toy? How my cock knows just how to make your body sing in the best way, and that you want me, even if you might hate me.”
Another moan comes from her as I continue to watch her work herself up again.
“Are you just going to stand there watching me?” she asks breathlessly.
“I like the view I have right now, Red.”
I’m mesmerized by how smooth her skin is, how her breathing becomes more rapid as she moves her hand up her gorgeous tits, palming her nipple and pulling just enough to make my mouth water. I try to rearrange my dick but it’s pointless. It”s hard as steel, and the only way I’ll get any relief is from her tight cunt, but I want her begging me first. I want her to want this as much as I have for the last few months.
Unable to take anymore, I walk closer to her but stay just out of reach. She turns up the speed on her little friend and moans even more. Unbuttoning my jeans, I slowly unzip them, drawing her attention to my movement.
“What’s wrong, Red? Cat got your tongue?” I ask as I push my jeans down my legs just as my cock springs forward.
With our eyes locked, I slowly begin to wrap my hand around my dick. Precum leaks from the tip as I stroke myself while she moans, watching me. She gets faster with her vibrator, and it has me on the verge of coming just from this simple act.
This woman has me under her spell and doesn’t even know it.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Grace.”
“That I want you to fuck me,” she says without hesitation.